For some reason I am terrified of chatting with people about church and other spiritual things. I don’t mind if it’s someone that I know or that attends the church, it’s the people outside, the ones God has commanded me to reach. I add it up not to the fact that God is not amazing, for He is, and that what He is done has not completely redeemed us and set us free, for it has. What I add it up most to is my own insecurity. My own tiny, little, selfish insecurity about what people think of me. How sad! I relegate not telling people about the one who can save their souls and not inviting them to an amazing place where people celebrate that because I’m afraid of myself. God is so much bigger than that!!! So now that I’ve successfully beat myself up with words, I do have a story to share. I have been trying very hard to invite people and to tell them about Jesus. One such guy is a young man I met this morning, Justin. Justin had been standing at the garbage compactor at our apartment complex all day yesterday. (Well, not all day) But he was standing there enough that I passed him twice. In fact, each time I came he basically met me at the car and took my garbage (Talk about a radical act of kindness). I felt God impressing me to talk to him, but I was too scared. I’m terrible about starting a conversation like that. So then I prayed all night that God would give me a second chance because I screwed up the first. Low and behold when we took the garbage this morning he was there. I asked his name and he said it was Justin (ironic). Very nice guy, I invited him to church and got his cell, saying that we like to have people over to watch some tv or play some cards. He was down with that. I’m glad that I did not miss the second chance God gave me. I’m hopeful that he will come hang out with us Sunday and maybe God will begin to act in his life. It wasn’t as hard or as scary as I make it out to be, because the God of the universe is with me.
